This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"I just love this undying spirit of yours," the Demon General Qing Ge chuckled as he saw Lu Qingshan initiate the offense. He didn’t take it seriously but simply burst into hearty laughter, feeling very amused. "Coincidentally, I’m a sword user too. So I might as well indulge you for a bit, Sword Cultivator!"

With victory within his grasp, Qing Ge sneered, the dark golden Secret Patterns on his arm lighting up with a dim glow, followed by the appearance of a long, gloomy sword in his hand.

The Demon Soldier, "Black Blood."

Lu Qingshan was as fast as lightning, breaking through the curtain of rain and sweeping up to the front of the Demon General Qing Ge.

Qing Ge remained complacent, dragging his sword with one hand. The Black Blood Sword had dark golden threads swirling and flowing on its surface, looking exceedingly extraordinary.

Qing Ge’s swordplay was unlike the nearly Dao-like dazzling techniques of the Sword Cultivators; his style was straightforward and wide-ranging, with broad strokes and powerful swings.

Facing Lu Qingshan’s perfectly executed strike, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. Black Blood rose to meet the attack, prepared for a head-on clash with Lu Qingshan’s Dragon Sparrow.

However, contrary to his expectations, Lu Qingshan handled his sword with clever force, and like a fish swimming through water, he deftly brushed past Black Blood with his touch-and-go approach, aiming his sword tip directly at his chest.

Clang!

The clear sound of metal clashing instantly drowned out the sound of wind and rain.

Dragon Sparrow made contact with Qing Ge’s Physical Body, sparking showers of sparks, but failed to make any advancement.

Lu Qingshan’s expression darkened slightly. He saw Qing Ge quickly recovering and launching a counterattack with his sword. Left with no choice, Lu Qingshan swiftly moved past Qing Ge, ending the assault.

"You Human Race Sword Cultivators always fancy these flashy but impractical things," Qing Ge glanced at his unharmed chest and smirked with disdain, "But what’s the use of that?"

"This is how you should play with a sword!" The moment the words fell, Qing Ge bellowed a sinister laugh, leaped into the air, and pursued Lu Qingshan’s silhouette.

He struck again with his sword. The dark gold threads that had wrapped around Black Blood suddenly tensed up, thick as a finger, and shot diagonally towards Lu Qingshan.

Rain fell from the sky and split instantly upon touching those dark gold threads.

Each thread was imbued with intent to kill.

Their speed and ferocity made Lu Qingshan frown.

He did not dare to take it lightly. With a thought, two streams of Radiance burst out from within him, exploded into Thunder-Fire in the sky, evaporated the nearby rainwater, and broke open a vacuum path to meet those dark gold threads.

Oblivion, Peach Blossom.

The dark gold threads pierced through the raindrops relentlessly, advancing without any hesitation.

In the midst of the rain curtain, thread versus sword!

Oblivion and Peach Blossom did not confront the threads head-on.

Facing an enemy far superior in strength, such behavior would be both a waste of energy and unwise. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Therefore, Lu Qingshan controlled the two Flying Swords, applying clever force to maneuver through the mass of threads.

Compared to holding a sword directly, controlling Flying Swords certainly could not match the precision of wielding an External Sword.

Controlling Flying Swords to perform feats of parrying a much greater force with a much smaller one was much more difficult than sword wielding. Only someone with Lu Qingshan’s consummate skills in Sword Control could effortlessly do this.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

All the gold threads were deflected to either side by Lu Qingshan. Then, coursing by the sides of his body, they whistled like bullets past him, plunged into the rain curtain behind him, and quickly vanished from sight.

But on this side, Qing Ge was relentless. With Black Blood in hand, he already drew close.

His swordsmanship wasn’t great, or one might say there was no technique to speak of, but the Demon Race’s Cultivation system had endowed Qing Ge with an almost flawless Physical Body—resilient, immensely strong, and incredibly fast.

Thus, Qing Ge’s sword strike was dizzyingly fast, like a black line, slicing through the continuous rain curtain, heading straight for Lu Qingshan’s head.

In Lu Qingshan’s eyes, peculiar symbols flashed, and on the Primordial Dao Seed within him, four dark golden patterns shined brilliantly at this moment.

Causality Divine Foresight: Foresight.

Qing Ge bore a ferocious expression, his sword traveling in a straight line, overpowering simply by being brute and immensely powerful.

Even though Lu Qingshan took advantage of Divine Foresight to have Qing Ge’s every move under control, he was startled to find himself once again in a situation where he knew but couldn’t evade—the speed of Qing Ge was just too fast!

With no other choice, Lu Qingshan barely shifted his stance in time, and the Five Elements Sword Armor appeared instantaneously, forming five layers of sword screens to shield himself, while the Dragon Sparrow attempted another redirection.

When the two swords collided, Lu Qingshan felt a massive force like that of a Giant Mountain.

A small force could redirect a thousand pounds, but what if it was ten thousand pounds?

The answer was no.

Spiritual Power surged from within Lu Qingshan’s body, unceasingly, and the Five Elements Sword Armor churned tumultuously, only to shatter layer by layer as if glass met a hammer.

In other respects, Qing Ge might be lacking in wit, but in combat, he was not inferior at all.

Having already witnessed Lu Qingshan’s clever force once, how could he not have a contingency plan this time?

His counter was to add an extra bit of strength to his blows, making them impossible for Lu Qingshan to deflect.

A rudimentary and brutal method, but its effectiveness was very apparent.

Black Blood, now a black line, slashed past just above Lu Qingshan’s head—if he hadn’t slightly dodged earlier, it would have been his head that the sword’s edge passed through.

Under the sword’s sharp edge, his hair band, along with a few strands of hair, fell as they fluttered in the wind.

The black line continued, next slicing past his wrist before it abruptly stopped.